Chance
Many have failed her love,
The love that I pursue,
Chance she given,
Now chances no more,
Her love that was played,
Her love that was fooled,
Her love that was lost,
Deep beneath her heart,
Wait's patiently to rise,
To whom means everything,
For I'm that one,
The key to her door,
And welcome to her mat,
Her beauty that stain's my heart,
Eyes that pierce my tongue,
I'm that one,
Take a chance on my love,
The last you'll ever choose,
The last you'll ever have.
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